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Let's board the Orient Express (Completed)
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Redshirt #42
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Update #6
Cath wakes up in the morning, this time without nightmares.
We meet Milos in the corridors as he enters his comparment. Let's speak with him.
Milos was just talking to Vesna, his tranny companion.
- Milos, we need to talk. Schmidt thinks I’m Tyler. I went along with it to keep the game going. Now I need to know what the game is. -
It's an adventure game dumbass.
More Serbo-Croatian. Vesna has a really aggressive attitude.
- Sit down. Have you heard of Unity or Death?
Sure. That’s Harvard’s motto. Or is it the post office… -
Perk acquired: Suave
- Unity or Death is a sacred vow. We have all taken it, Tyler too.
He always liked that sort of thing.
He gave his life for this. Tyler came to us in the winter. We were hiding in the mountains, north of Sarajevo. When Tyler came, we had no food, no guns, nothing. Tyler brought us guns.
What did Tyler want from August Schmidt?
Tyler was given a mission by the General himself. It was a great treasure that belonged to the Serbian people.
What was it?
It was called the Firebird. I never saw it. Tyler was to sell it for gold to buy guns from the Germans. If the German finds out we have lost the gold, everthing is lost. You must tell him that we have the gold and want to buy the guns.
Why should I help you cheat August Schmidt? -
In before butthurt.
How the hell did they get those guns on board? Oh well, I guess René did the checkups.
- Cheat him? How can you speak of cheating a German?
The Germans are taking OUR land, the food from OUR children. We are like slaves in our own land. Tyler understood this. If you betray us, you betray the cause he died for.
It’s your cause, not mine. -
Vesna's pissed. I don't know what she's saying, but I think it is something like "Should I murder him now?".
Not yet.
- Oh, by the way… Herr Schmidt mentioned he was having some 'merchandise' put on the train at Munich. So long. Madame... -
Such a dramatic way to start the day.
Outside, the trainmaster comes to have a chat with Jacques.
Good day, Sir.
Have you seen a master key anywhere?
No… have you lost your key?
Last night. I must have dropped it in the confusion with Count Obolensky. That key opens all the compartments on the train.
I hate to suggest it… but perhaps one of the passengers has stolen it?
That’s hard to believe. Which passengers?
Maybe the American? He looks like a troublemaker. I’ve often seen him hanging around the corridor. -
Duh. Well I suppose it must have been wierd to see Cath running through the corridors all the time.
The doctor?
He was there last night with Count Obolensky. With so many people, he could have taken advantage of the confusion.
There weren’t so many people. Just Miss Wolff and Miss Tatiana. Anyway, the key is gone. Keep a sharp outlook.
At least we know where the master key is, obviously Anna took it.
In the smoking car is a small black beetle crawling around the table.
We can use the empty matchbox to catch it. It will surely be useful somehow. Maybe we can train it to protect its master from any assailants.
The bug is moving around quite fast. I caught him on my third try.
Bitches don't know 'bout my beetles.
There are also Sophie and Rebecca, as always.
What were you writing all morning?
Just my diary.
I thought it must be a novel, you were writing such a long time. When can I read it?
You want to read my diary?
Of course. Unless it’s a secret.
Well, it is rather. No-one has ever asked me before. I don’t know what to say…
Ah, I’m just teasing you. It was just to see the look on your face!
Really? Sophie!
You were really funny. You would have thought I was asking to borrow money. -
Moving on to the dining car.
The Boutarels are having breakfast.
There are pretty ladies in the first sleeping car. They gave me candy.
François, I forbid you to have anything to do with them. Claude, speak to him!
Why? He would do well to begin exposing himself to different cultural practices. After all, Masjid-Es-Suleiman is a Muslim town.
And if they kidnap him, would that be a good learning experience for him?
They took me into their bed, played with me and gave me candy.
Claude! -
Kid cannot say no to strangers giving him candy. Pedobear approved.
Let's see what Schmidt has to say.
Good morning, Herr Schmidt. I hope all that shouting didn’t wake you up last night?
Shouting?
What shouting?
I guess not. -
Well, he was in the first sleeping car after all.
- Good morning. How is your grandfather?
He’s sleeping.
Good. Don’t forget the tea.
I won’t. I want to thank you for what you did. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there.
Has he been ill for long?
I don’t know. I have been living in France. Grandfather came to bring me home to Russia. I knew he wasn’t well, but…
I have written out your poem.
Thank you, Tatiana. -
Alexei comes in and she leaves us.
*glare*
- You’ll be glad to know that after you insulted my grandfather, he had an attack.
I suppose you’re proud that you have made an old man suffer.
If Vassili Alexandrovitch suffers, it’s because of his own guilty conscience. I only spoke the truth.
How dare you!
Miss Tatiana, you have the arrogance of your class.
You’re of the same class yourself!
I? Hardly. In any case it’s irrelevant. I have dedicated my life to creating a classless society.
Then it’s true what grandfather said. You’re a Liberal!
I had hoped that in four years in Paris you might have learned something. But of course, the bourgeois system of educating girls for the marriage market would have sheltered you from anything resembling an idea.
Alexei, why are you talking to me like this? We used to play together every day on the river. Don’t you remember?
I remember. That time no longer exists. Good day. -
Alexei - bombing trains for communism.
Let's see how Kronos, the sandnigger prince, is doing.
- Are you still here? Tell Your Excellency I’d like to… -
A great way to start a conversation.
Kahina doesn't like Cath very much.
- ... tell him I want to talk to him about the Firebird. -
Now that's better.
The American, Your Excellency. I believe this time you’ll want to speak to him.
Yes.
Come in, make yourself comfortable.
Why, thank you, Kahina. I think I will.
Good morning, Mr. Cath. I hope you have good news for me today.
That depends. Do you still want the Firebird?
Do you have it?
What happened to Tyler?
The misadventures of Mr. Whitney and his colleagues are of no interest to me.
Let us conclude this transaction quickly. We both have many other things to do.
I with my collection and you with your travels and special interests.
Your treatment of Vassili Alexandrovitch for example... -
Oh shit, he's taking the yellow pill!
- Very interesting, Datura stramonium.
It’s very simple.
Simple to us perhaps.
But few European doctors would have thought of it. Once in Nigeria... -
Bor-ring.
- But I digress.
Do you have the Firebird? -
Straight to business, nigga.
*filled with expectations*
- Not technically. -
Would have saved some time if you said it a little bit earlier.
- Then I shall waste no more of your time.
I shall look forward to our next meeting, Mr. Cath. -
What a pointless conversation. At least it wasted some LP time.
But wait, we can eavasdrop on what they're saying from behind the door, one of Cath's favourite pastimes.
He knows nothing, it is as I thought. The Austrian woman has the Firebird. -
The Jew had it all along. What a surprise.
Forgive me, Your Excellency.
I told you so last night. Why have you not searched her compartment?
The compartment is guarded, Your Excellency. Day and night.
Ah yes, the dog.
I am not afraid, Your Excellency. But if I enter the compartment that dog will attack me. If Your Excellency wishes, of course...
I understand, Kahina. Several hours remain before Vienna. I will arrange a convenient absence for Miss Wolff and this animal whose presence seems to make you so uneasy. Then, Kahina, you will find the Firebird.
Yes, Your Excellency. -
Something tells me that we're going to find it first.
There isn't anything valuable you can steal in his private compartment, so let's head back to the smoking car.
August is reading the newspaper. I took screens of it before.
Here you can download all the articles again: http://rapidshare.com/files/413113297/N ... r.rar.html (50 screenshots)
Shall we order some champagne?
Champagne?! It’s not even ten o’clock.
So what.
You really are rather wonderful, do you know that. -
Now Schmidt tries to hit on them.
Excuse me ladies. I could not help overhearing you discuss champagne.
That is a subject I know something about. May I invite you to join me in a bottle of Veuve Cliquot 1906. Allow me to introducé myself: August Schmidt.
Oh no, we couldn’t possibly... -
You couldn't possibly resist Schmidt's charisma.
- Sophie de Bretheuil and this is mademoiselle Norton.
Sophie!
You are French?
I’m Bohemian and Miss Norton is English.
Indeed. How far will you be travelling?
As far as possible, thank you.
And you Monsieur Auguste?
Schmidt. August Schmidt. I’m traveling on business, a simple transaction and then back to Munich, to my wife and children.
How lovely.
It is too bad your wife couldn’t come with you.
Yes, it must be hard on her to have you away.
Oh well, she has the children. But it is true I do travel a great deal. Are you ladies traveling alone?
Nooo… I’m traveling with Sophie and Sophie is traveling with me.
Ah yes, haha, of course. You should be careful in those foreign countries. Two young ladies like yourselves… in the East things are not always what they seem.
And you Monsieur Auguste? Are you always what you seem?
Schmidt. Why? What do I seem?
To me, I think you seem like a man with many secrets.
Secrets? Me? Hahaha.
Oh yes!
I will tell you, for me to be sitting here talking in this delightful way with two so enchanting and beautiful young ladies, this is a secret I would do better not to tell my wife. Haha!
Darling. I think I feel another one of my headaches coming on. -
Suuure...
Oh no! You’d better lie down right away. It was a pleasure, monsieur Auguste. We shall drink that champagne some other time, yes?
You have my word of honor. -
Better luck next time.
Well played, Rebecca.
To the corridors!
There's not actually anything to do there, either.
I saw a black beetle.
Really?
Yes and I caught it. But it escaped.
...
Gotcha! Where did you go? Hey, come back, I won’t hurt you! -
I think this conversation should be heard before you catch the bug, but ImageShack put it next to those pictures that were uploaded last so I messed up, derp.
The Trainmaster announces that we're going to stop at Munich. That's where the 'merchandise' should be loaded.
Schmidt comes to continue with the plot.
- Herr Whitney, soon we will arrive in München.
Are you ready to proceed with our agreement? -
Why did Cath show him Anna's scarf? I don't geddit.
- The answer is yes, Herr Schmidt. That deal is on. -
Cath observes the events at the station while enjoying one of his Infinite Cigarettes (TM).
And it looks like there will be a new passenger.
- Bitte sehr vorsichtig sein mit diesem Koffer.
Er darf Um Gottes willen nicht hinfallen. -
And the train leaves Munich, so that we can go on with the storyline in the next update.
Edit: Fixing typos.
Cath wakes up in the morning, this time without nightmares.
We meet Milos in the corridors as he enters his comparment. Let's speak with him.
Milos was just talking to Vesna, his tranny companion.
- Milos, we need to talk. Schmidt thinks I’m Tyler. I went along with it to keep the game going. Now I need to know what the game is. -
It's an adventure game dumbass.
More Serbo-Croatian. Vesna has a really aggressive attitude.
- Sit down. Have you heard of Unity or Death?
Sure. That’s Harvard’s motto. Or is it the post office… -
Perk acquired: Suave
- Unity or Death is a sacred vow. We have all taken it, Tyler too.
He always liked that sort of thing.
He gave his life for this. Tyler came to us in the winter. We were hiding in the mountains, north of Sarajevo. When Tyler came, we had no food, no guns, nothing. Tyler brought us guns.
What did Tyler want from August Schmidt?
Tyler was given a mission by the General himself. It was a great treasure that belonged to the Serbian people.
What was it?
It was called the Firebird. I never saw it. Tyler was to sell it for gold to buy guns from the Germans. If the German finds out we have lost the gold, everthing is lost. You must tell him that we have the gold and want to buy the guns.
Why should I help you cheat August Schmidt? -
In before butthurt.
How the hell did they get those guns on board? Oh well, I guess René did the checkups.
- Cheat him? How can you speak of cheating a German?
The Germans are taking OUR land, the food from OUR children. We are like slaves in our own land. Tyler understood this. If you betray us, you betray the cause he died for.
It’s your cause, not mine. -
Vesna's pissed. I don't know what she's saying, but I think it is something like "Should I murder him now?".
Not yet.
- Oh, by the way… Herr Schmidt mentioned he was having some 'merchandise' put on the train at Munich. So long. Madame... -
Such a dramatic way to start the day.
Outside, the trainmaster comes to have a chat with Jacques.
Good day, Sir.
Have you seen a master key anywhere?
No… have you lost your key?
Last night. I must have dropped it in the confusion with Count Obolensky. That key opens all the compartments on the train.
I hate to suggest it… but perhaps one of the passengers has stolen it?
That’s hard to believe. Which passengers?
Maybe the American? He looks like a troublemaker. I’ve often seen him hanging around the corridor. -
Duh. Well I suppose it must have been wierd to see Cath running through the corridors all the time.
The doctor?
He was there last night with Count Obolensky. With so many people, he could have taken advantage of the confusion.
There weren’t so many people. Just Miss Wolff and Miss Tatiana. Anyway, the key is gone. Keep a sharp outlook.
At least we know where the master key is, obviously Anna took it.
In the smoking car is a small black beetle crawling around the table.
We can use the empty matchbox to catch it. It will surely be useful somehow. Maybe we can train it to protect its master from any assailants.
The bug is moving around quite fast. I caught him on my third try.
Bitches don't know 'bout my beetles.
There are also Sophie and Rebecca, as always.
What were you writing all morning?
Just my diary.
I thought it must be a novel, you were writing such a long time. When can I read it?
You want to read my diary?
Of course. Unless it’s a secret.
Well, it is rather. No-one has ever asked me before. I don’t know what to say…
Ah, I’m just teasing you. It was just to see the look on your face!
Really? Sophie!
You were really funny. You would have thought I was asking to borrow money. -
Moving on to the dining car.
The Boutarels are having breakfast.
There are pretty ladies in the first sleeping car. They gave me candy.
François, I forbid you to have anything to do with them. Claude, speak to him!
Why? He would do well to begin exposing himself to different cultural practices. After all, Masjid-Es-Suleiman is a Muslim town.
And if they kidnap him, would that be a good learning experience for him?
They took me into their bed, played with me and gave me candy.
Claude! -
Kid cannot say no to strangers giving him candy. Pedobear approved.
Let's see what Schmidt has to say.
Good morning, Herr Schmidt. I hope all that shouting didn’t wake you up last night?
Shouting?
What shouting?
I guess not. -
Well, he was in the first sleeping car after all.
- Good morning. How is your grandfather?
He’s sleeping.
Good. Don’t forget the tea.
I won’t. I want to thank you for what you did. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there.
Has he been ill for long?
I don’t know. I have been living in France. Grandfather came to bring me home to Russia. I knew he wasn’t well, but…
I have written out your poem.
Thank you, Tatiana. -
Alexei comes in and she leaves us.
*glare*
- You’ll be glad to know that after you insulted my grandfather, he had an attack.
I suppose you’re proud that you have made an old man suffer.
If Vassili Alexandrovitch suffers, it’s because of his own guilty conscience. I only spoke the truth.
How dare you!
Miss Tatiana, you have the arrogance of your class.
You’re of the same class yourself!
I? Hardly. In any case it’s irrelevant. I have dedicated my life to creating a classless society.
Then it’s true what grandfather said. You’re a Liberal!
I had hoped that in four years in Paris you might have learned something. But of course, the bourgeois system of educating girls for the marriage market would have sheltered you from anything resembling an idea.
Alexei, why are you talking to me like this? We used to play together every day on the river. Don’t you remember?
I remember. That time no longer exists. Good day. -
Alexei - bombing trains for communism.
Let's see how Kronos, the sandnigger prince, is doing.
- Are you still here? Tell Your Excellency I’d like to… -
A great way to start a conversation.
Kahina doesn't like Cath very much.
- ... tell him I want to talk to him about the Firebird. -
Now that's better.
The American, Your Excellency. I believe this time you’ll want to speak to him.
Yes.
Come in, make yourself comfortable.
Why, thank you, Kahina. I think I will.
Good morning, Mr. Cath. I hope you have good news for me today.
That depends. Do you still want the Firebird?
Do you have it?
What happened to Tyler?
The misadventures of Mr. Whitney and his colleagues are of no interest to me.
Let us conclude this transaction quickly. We both have many other things to do.
I with my collection and you with your travels and special interests.
Your treatment of Vassili Alexandrovitch for example... -
Oh shit, he's taking the yellow pill!
- Very interesting, Datura stramonium.
It’s very simple.
Simple to us perhaps.
But few European doctors would have thought of it. Once in Nigeria... -
Bor-ring.
- But I digress.
Do you have the Firebird? -
Straight to business, nigga.
*filled with expectations*
- Not technically. -
Would have saved some time if you said it a little bit earlier.
- Then I shall waste no more of your time.
I shall look forward to our next meeting, Mr. Cath. -
What a pointless conversation. At least it wasted some LP time.
But wait, we can eavasdrop on what they're saying from behind the door, one of Cath's favourite pastimes.
He knows nothing, it is as I thought. The Austrian woman has the Firebird. -
The Jew had it all along. What a surprise.
Forgive me, Your Excellency.
I told you so last night. Why have you not searched her compartment?
The compartment is guarded, Your Excellency. Day and night.
Ah yes, the dog.
I am not afraid, Your Excellency. But if I enter the compartment that dog will attack me. If Your Excellency wishes, of course...
I understand, Kahina. Several hours remain before Vienna. I will arrange a convenient absence for Miss Wolff and this animal whose presence seems to make you so uneasy. Then, Kahina, you will find the Firebird.
Yes, Your Excellency. -
Something tells me that we're going to find it first.
There isn't anything valuable you can steal in his private compartment, so let's head back to the smoking car.
August is reading the newspaper. I took screens of it before.
Here you can download all the articles again: http://rapidshare.com/files/413113297/N ... r.rar.html (50 screenshots)
Shall we order some champagne?
Champagne?! It’s not even ten o’clock.
So what.
You really are rather wonderful, do you know that. -
Now Schmidt tries to hit on them.
Excuse me ladies. I could not help overhearing you discuss champagne.
That is a subject I know something about. May I invite you to join me in a bottle of Veuve Cliquot 1906. Allow me to introducé myself: August Schmidt.
Oh no, we couldn’t possibly... -
You couldn't possibly resist Schmidt's charisma.
- Sophie de Bretheuil and this is mademoiselle Norton.
Sophie!
You are French?
I’m Bohemian and Miss Norton is English.
Indeed. How far will you be travelling?
As far as possible, thank you.
And you Monsieur Auguste?
Schmidt. August Schmidt. I’m traveling on business, a simple transaction and then back to Munich, to my wife and children.
How lovely.
It is too bad your wife couldn’t come with you.
Yes, it must be hard on her to have you away.
Oh well, she has the children. But it is true I do travel a great deal. Are you ladies traveling alone?
Nooo… I’m traveling with Sophie and Sophie is traveling with me.
Ah yes, haha, of course. You should be careful in those foreign countries. Two young ladies like yourselves… in the East things are not always what they seem.
And you Monsieur Auguste? Are you always what you seem?
Schmidt. Why? What do I seem?
To me, I think you seem like a man with many secrets.
Secrets? Me? Hahaha.
Oh yes!
I will tell you, for me to be sitting here talking in this delightful way with two so enchanting and beautiful young ladies, this is a secret I would do better not to tell my wife. Haha!
Darling. I think I feel another one of my headaches coming on. -
Suuure...
Oh no! You’d better lie down right away. It was a pleasure, monsieur Auguste. We shall drink that champagne some other time, yes?
You have my word of honor. -
Better luck next time.
Well played, Rebecca.
To the corridors!
There's not actually anything to do there, either.
I saw a black beetle.
Really?
Yes and I caught it. But it escaped.
...
Gotcha! Where did you go? Hey, come back, I won’t hurt you! -
I think this conversation should be heard before you catch the bug, but ImageShack put it next to those pictures that were uploaded last so I messed up, derp.
The Trainmaster announces that we're going to stop at Munich. That's where the 'merchandise' should be loaded.
Schmidt comes to continue with the plot.
- Herr Whitney, soon we will arrive in München.
Are you ready to proceed with our agreement? -
Why did Cath show him Anna's scarf? I don't geddit.
- The answer is yes, Herr Schmidt. That deal is on. -
Cath observes the events at the station while enjoying one of his Infinite Cigarettes (TM).
And it looks like there will be a new passenger.
- Bitte sehr vorsichtig sein mit diesem Koffer.
Er darf Um Gottes willen nicht hinfallen. -
And the train leaves Munich, so that we can go on with the storyline in the next update.
Edit: Fixing typos.
Because it looks gold
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Couldn't help but read that Cath just gave a (already delirious) old man a hallucinogenic poison for fun:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Datura#Toxicity
Prognosis: gigantic douche (serial killer version).
Probably killed the cop for fun.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Datura#Toxicity
Prognosis: gigantic douche (serial killer version).
Probably killed the cop for fun.
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Malakal said:
Of course not, it seems they failed at History too.
After all the Serbian is talking about how the Germans are taking their land and all that rot but it would be that the Austrian-Hungarian that would doing that as they could not grown in other directions after the unification of Germany and Italy and so moved to the Balkans.
Of course Serbia was never part of the Austrian-Hungarian Empire as Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina were as Serbia was only conquered during the Great War (WW I).
They did got the Black Hand somewhat right as it was a Serbian militant group that played a significant role on the assassination of Franz Ferdinand but naturally their enemy was NOT Germany but the Austrian-Hungarian, not to mention their aim as the creation of Greater Serbia by kicking out the Austrian-Hungarian.
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Malakal said:
No, "Germany" relative new as unification only happened in 1871 as the Austrian-Hungarian Empire was created in 1867 as Austrian Empire is older (1804) as the Kingdom of Hungary is far older (1000).
Its not "southern Germany" as Germany as that did not exist until 1871 as Austria was a part of the Holy Roman Empire, its creation was due to Napoleon.
Also the Austrian Empire was more that just modern day Austria, the Kingdom of Bohemia was part of it (today its part of the Czech Republic) as so was the Kingdom of Galicia and Lodomeria (today part of Poland and Ukraine).
In fact only 24% of the population of the Austrian-Hungarian Empire spoken German, follow by 20% of the population that spoken Hungarian.
What I said was historical correct, NOBODY in 1900's could call the Austrian-Hungarian Empire as "Germans" as they were not, in fact in there was the Austro–Prussian War in 1866 that resulted in the shift of power from the Austrians to the Prussians in the German Confederacy (note that Austria was not part of it) that resulted in the creation of the German Empire.
So do not excuse VERY poor historical research, they simply combined the German Empire with the Austrian-Hungarian Empire that is WRONG.
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YEAH, you SHOW them, MAN. NOBODY can into HISTORICS.
Drakron said:
No, not quite so.
First of all, "Germans" in this century (and until today, more or less) just mean German-speaking people. As such, also the Austrians are included (but of course not the Hungarians). In fact, in the unification process from 1815 - 1871 there was a hefty debate whether the unified German state should be a "Großdeutschland" (Greater Germany with Prussia, Austria and the other minor German states) or "Kleindeutschland" (Lesser Germany with Prussia and the minor German states, the historical outcome).
Another thing is that the crown of Austria ruled many territories with different nationalities and languages, like Bohemia (Czech), Hungary (Hungarian), Croatia (Croatian) and so on. The other language groups often seperated themselves from the "Germans" in the realm - that is the German-speaking Austrians and the bureaucrats (who were recruited from all nationalities, but predominantly spoke German in office) by stressing their own distinct language. Furthermore, during this time the census in Austro-Hungary only took the different languages into account, not the felt nationality. So, tl; dr version, calling the Austrians "Germans" is possible and in line with the customs of the time.
Next, the Serbian question. Here the thing is, and this is also stated in the game, that the Austrian prince was assassinated in Sarajevo by Serbian nationalists. The issue behind this murder was the rule over Bosnia-Herzegovina. This territory (roughly the same as modern day Bosnia) was annexed by Austro-Hungary in 1908 (afair) because the western powers felt that the Ottoman Empire, the previous rulers, were not up to the task and near total collapse. To restore order in the area, the Austrians were asked to annex the country. Now, the problem that soon arose was that Serbia, due to pan-slavic ideology and the claim that the people of Bosnia were ethnic Serbians, also laid claim on the area and organized a terrorist network that tried to disrupt the public order in Bosnia to force the Austrian to abandon the territory.
I think that the game refers to this political situation and the Serbians on the train are members or sympathizers of these terrorists.
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Cenobyte said:
Its still wrong, they were not "Germans" and not part of the German Empire.
We used Yugoslavians when talking about the people Yugoslavia even if they were mix of Bosnian, Serbs, Croatians, etc ... same with calling Soviets the Ukrainians during the USSR, we call people by nationality and not by ethnicity.
After all, according to that logical we would call many of the citizens of the United States of Americans "Irish","Polish","Italian","Spanish" ... and we do not, we call them Americans.
After all, do Scotsman like to be called "English"? They might be British ... but not English.
Gone out of style centuries ago when Feudalism gone out of fashion and even if they did had holdings across Europe we know what the Austrian-Hungarian Empire was as a nation, see my first point.
The assassination of Franz Ferdinand have its several conspiracy theories, to start his ideas about Federalism and greater autonomy were not very liked and lets just say "he was not missed", not even by his father.
Also if you want a refreshment course about why the Ottomans "pulled out",Crimean War ... Russo-Turkish War of 1877–1878 ... Congress of Berlin.
They wanted to stop pan-Slavism (and so Russia) and this was typical England vs Russia as England had the odd notion the Mediterranean was theirs (and so supported the Ottomans, see Crimean War) as Russia wanted access to the Mediterranean.
Gross generalizations of that time period are bad because they are very complex but its clear that Austrian aimed at taking over Serbia and issued a ultimatum to Serbia they expected to be rejected, in fact Serbia accepted 9 out of the 10 points and partially accepted that last point (that was investigation of the assassination) and the Austria-Hungarian Empire still declared War, of course Russia decided to help Serbia and kick started World War I.
They made very clear they are members of the Black Hand, officially known as Unity or Death.
However keep in mind their aim was unite all the Serbs into Great Serbia and we seen what Milosevic many decades later did with the exact same aim, the Black Hand were a extremist Greater Serbian nationalist group that commuted many atrocities.
Also this is basic to understand why WW I started in the first place, its not like you are getting anything "new" and the fact it have several mistakes (using Germany instead of Austria-Hungary and the Black Hand as some kind of freedom fighters) is very poor.
Granted, its no Assassins Creed ... but still very obvious errors.
Redshirt #42
Augur
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Update #7
After Munich we find ourselves in the smoking car.
Tatiana and her childhood friend Alexei are playing chess. Their conversation is spread over more than an hour, but I'm just going to paste the whole thing here.
Still as bold as ever, I see.
A girl who plays chess like a man. -
Maybe he should make sure if she isn't a tranny.
Your move.
Remarkable. A trick worthy of your grandfather.
Why do you keep bringing up my grandfather? It’s me you’re playing with, not him.
Yes, he taught you well.
I’ve had other teachers since then, Alexei Sergeivitch. I’m not little girl anymore.
No, you’re not. -
Too old, do not want.
...
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you absolutely sure?
Absolutely.
If that’s the way you want it... OH!
That makes us even.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself, winning with a dirty trick like that.
A typical female reaction. -
Womyn cannot into chess.
Another game!
...
It’s your move, miss.
Check and mate.
Aagghhh...
Aren’t you ashamed, letting a woman beat you so easily?
I could have won easily if I hadn’t moved my knight.
...
Why ever did you leave the University? You can’t imagine the fuss they made at home.
At the University all they do is talk. Talk changes nothing. Words are lost in the air, like the sound of church bells. A single deed is better propaganda than a thousand pamphlets. -
Like blowing yourself up and becoming an hero?
Those are very nice words. Your move.
...
According to you, everything is bad. All you want to do is tear things down.
When men like your grandfather have the power of life and death over millions of Russians, someone needs to bring them down.
But it’s incredible. You’re obsessed with my grandfather! What has he done to you to make you hate him so?
It’s what he has done to Russia. To all of us. Do you remember what happened last winter in Litvov?
...
This talk of political parties is a puppet show by the ruling classes. All government is slavery. One kind is as bad as another.
It’s your move. Once you’ve torn everything down, I don’t suppose you’ve thought of what you’ll put in its place.
There is no need to put anything in the place of tyranny. Once Property is abolished, all men will be free and equal. A new and peaceful society will establish itself naturally. It’s still your move. -
Now where was I? Right the smoking car. Not much else to do there right now.
Instead, let's 'overhear' a conversation between the new passenger and the trainmaster behind the curtain in the dining car.
Excuse me, I couldn’t help wondering… was that Miss Wolff playing the violin?
Yes, Monsieur. It’s an honor to have her travelling with us.
How delightful! And the private car at the back, that wouldn’t be His Excellency Prince Kronos, now would it?
Yes, Monsieur.
Interesting. They say he hardly travels at all in Europe anymore. Just goes to show you. I understand Count Obolensky was quite ill during the night? -
A passenger who knows too much.
He’s much better today, monsieur. Fortunately, we had a doctor on board.
A doctor. Not a Russian doctor?
No sir. An American. Monsieur Whitney.
How interesting. Is he actually treating the count then?
He has given him a sedative, Monsieur.
A sedative?
I believe a sort of herbal tea.
Oh well, I’m sure he knows what he’s doing. Still, it does seem a little irregular. Not that we English see anything wrong with a cup of tea. They can do wonders for an upset stomach. Still, one ought to expect to see the usual paraphernalia.. a doctor’s bag instills confidence and so on, given the importance of the patient, I mean. I suppose Mr. Whitney is traveling with quite a bit of luggage? -
Yup, this guy loves to talk a lot.
Monsieur...?
Oh, you know… so many Americans do.
I cannot say, Monsieur.
Must be the fellow I passed just now in the smoking car. Rather young isn’t he, for a doctor?
He is young, yes.
I must say, he doesn’t look at all like the young American one expects on one of these trains. You know, flashing money about. Quite the opposite, in fact. Rather unusual for a young fellow like that to book a double compartment, prices being what they are, and all that. Wouldn’t you say?
I do not know, Monsieur.
Well, I suppose he wants his privacy. Nothing wrong with that.
Monsieur, I really must return... -
Thank god.
Of course, of course. Don’t let me keep you.
Thank you, Monsieur. Au revoir. -
Let's check out the sleeping cars.
It's Auguste.
- Ah, Herr Whitney. -
Cath was walking right towards him, yet he still turns around as if he was walking in the opposite direction.
- The merchandise has been loaded on to the train. I have fulfilled my part of the bargain.
I want to see the gold! -
I guess showing him Anna's scarf won't be enough this time.
- Our agreement included delivery of the arms in Belgrad. We’re not in Belgrad yet.
Herr Whitney! Since I boarded this train, I have begun to feel that things are not as they should be.
If you cannot reassure me, I intend to get off in Vienna and take my merchandise with me.
Guten Tag! -
Whatever. We don't give a shit about the guns anyway, right? Let's follow him around and see what the fat pig is doing.
Going to the restaurant car, obviously.
Waiting for someone?
Maybe we can change his mind.
- Herr Schmidt, are you having lunch alone?
As a matter of fact,
I am waiting for a lady. -
Who could be possibly so desperate?
- Have a nice wait. -
Anna Wolff. She couldn't possibly resist Schmidt's charm.
- Ah, Miss Wolff. Let me help you.
Thank you.
Are you comfortable?
Everybody wanted to sit in your seat. I have been like a soldier fighting them away. I would not let anybody sit here. Hahaha. -
Right. Except nobody wanted to sit there.
- What shall we order… hmm. Shall we get some wine? -
This is the point where the new passenger (you already can tell from the accent that he's British) finally finishes his dialogue with the trainmaster, by the way.
That would be lovely.
I think red wine, yes? Forgive me, perhaps you would like something lighter?
My father drank red wine and I’m afraid I picked up the habit...
I know it’s not very ladylike.
Nonsense! Hahaha.
We will be able to share a bottle. I hope I will not get drunk! Hahaha.
Why? Hahaha.
I’m turning into a happy little devil, especially when I’m surrounded by a beautiful lady.
You’re a charmer. -
What does she want from him? I doubt that its "true love".
I carry my violin anywhere I go.
With a piano it’s a little bit more difficult. Hahaha.
But Herr Schmidt, I really am interested in what you do. What is your business anyway? You make it sound so mysterious.
I’m afraid you would find it very boring. But without going into detail... I will say that my work here is not only commerce and that I am in my own small way I am doing my part for the fatherland. -
Selling guns to Serbians for the greater good.
Also let's check out how the kitchen apprentice is doing.
You are the worst apprentice I have ever seen!
Unbelievable that they let you work on the Orient Express!
I’m sorry, i’m sorry.
I could find better help in any brasserie in Paris!
But you see, the knife… The blade… the blade was dull.
That’s just what I meant! What are you waiting for? Sharpen them!
All… all of them? -
Sucks to be him.
- Of course all of them! Oh, excuse me, Monsieur… hahaha… this way, Monsieur... good evening, monsieur. -
That's about all we can do here right now. Let's head back to the sleeping car.
The new passenger shares the compartment with Claude Boutarel.
- Oh, excuse me. We seem to be sharing a compartment. No, no... please don’t get up. I’ll just sit here and read the paper. Don’t mind me at all. It appears the train is quite full. Awful nuisance when you think you’ve got a compartment to yourself and then they stick a complete stranger in with you at the last minute. Happened to me any number of times. George Abbot. -
I hate this guy already.
Claude Boutarel.
French then, are you? Are you going all the way to Constantinople?
I’m travelling to a small town on the Gulf coast of Persia. With my wife and son.
Oh, lovely! Then it must be your family I saw next door.
It is most probable.
By the way, I was wondering… you haven’t seen a red cravat anywhere, have you? I was just unpacking and it seems to have disappeared.
I believe my son has taken it.
Really. What was the name of the town you mentioned?
Masjid-Es-Suleiman.
Of course! The new oil refinery they are building in Abadan. I say, you’re not working for Anglo-Persian, are you?
Why not?
Oh well, I suppose you being a Frenchman... I just assumed...
I am an engineer, Monsieur. The Anglo-Persian company is doing the most innovative research in oil exploration.
Yes, well... wouldn’t want the Royal Navy be caught short on fuel oil, would we. Tell me, are the reserves in that little town, what’s it called again, really as big as they say?
I cannot offer an opinion, Monsieur.
No, of course you wouldn’t. Quite brave of your wife to go all that way and live in the desert.
She would not wish to be without me. And it would be a good opportunity for Francois. He has a fine scientific mind.
Seems like a very active little boy. I don’t suppose you could ask him for my cravat?
I think... eh, I remember him using it as a kind of sieve. To test salinity in water. Most remarkable in a boy of seven, don’t you agree?
Quite remarkable.
It is a natural curiosity of the scientific mind, Monsieur.
Yes. And all that trapped in the body of a little boy. -
The dialogue is, unfortunately, continued a few minutes later.
Oh Good Lord! Not this silly business with Madame Caillaux again! So typical. To devote weeks on end on the front page to this preposterous murder trial. One would think nothing else was happening in the whole of Europe.
Hm...?
Tell me, you’re a Frenchman, what’s your opinion of the affair? Why do the gory details of a murder trial exert such a fascination on the public mind? Not to say it only happens in France of course. The English papers aren’t much better. But still, the French do push it rather far. Six columns across the front page of Le Figaro, complete transcripts of the trial on page 12… it is a bit much, don’t you agree?
Excuse me, it is time I took my family to lunch.
Is it lunch time already? So it is. Perhaps I’ll see you in the restaurant car. -
Please god no.
Also, Jacques and René are having a discussion again, after a rather long time.
Every time I do the Orient Express I promise my wife I’ll bring her back a piece of the East. Last time it was a copper bracelet. This time it looks like a postcard at best.
No tips? -
Heresy! What heartless monsters would not tip René?
- The American is a big disappointment. And the Russian—forget him. Neither of them seem to appreciate the luxury of first-class travel. The German is usually a big spender, I’ve had him before. But this trip he’s not in good form, he seems to have something on his mind. -
René is disappoint.
Maybe your luck will change. I think he’s got his eye on the musical angle in compartment F, who’s been serenading us so sweetly all morning. When a gentleman wants to impress a lady, he can be counted on to throw lots of money around.
Oh well, if you’re right, some of it will maybe land on me.
Anyway, I’m pinning my hope on the harem’s escort. You know who they belong to, don’t you?
...
I don’t believe it!
With someone like that, you never know.
They treat you like dirt, spit in your face, threaten you and then a little gift at the end and you can retire to the Cote d’Azur. -
You wish.
Not me. I’ve got my retirement all set up and it’s not in France. 1914 is my last year in Europe.
You can’t wait, eh?
If you could see the nice little house that’s waiting for me in Algiers, you wouldn’t miss Europe either. It’s paradise if you know how to enjoy it. -
IIRC, Jacques was born in Algeria.
Ask the ladies in the last compartments.
Careful, you don’t want to jeopardize your reward at the end of the trip.
Reward? The only reward I’ll get from this guy is a sword in the belly! So long.
See you later. -
A good opportunity to check out René's magazine, while he's not in the first sleeping car.
That's a hawt gilf on the left, isn't it.
Now let's earn some Paragon points and return the passenger list.
I'm sure he'll appreciate it.
[Fastforwarding]
- Ah. Uncle. Good news. I found the list.
Where was it?
Ah... in my magazine where I put it. I don't know how I missed it.
I looked and looked and gave up. Then I turned the page and there it was! -
A miracle!
- Unbelievable! You're even a bigger dunce than I thought. I was running around in circles trying to figure how to get out of this.
Listen, not a word about this to Coudert, understood?
Of course Uncle, I'm sorry, you can't imagine. It won't happen again.
And for the last time, stop calling me Uncle! -
Well duh. Back to the dining car!
- Why couldn’t they have put him in somewhere else? -
Mrs. Boutarel is complaining again. How lovely.
In my profession it is necessary to accustom oneself to difficult living conditions.
That is exactly why Francois and I are coming to Abadan...
... to provide you with a proper home. Searching for oil in the desert! What was so wrong about staying in Villefranche? You had a fine job. Our little house was so lovely! My garden was coming into bloom. There will be a garden in Abadan?
The desert is not noted for its gardens. But there is oil.
And when the oil has run out? Francois will be as wild as a desert nomad! He is already uncontrollable. Crawling on the floor, picking up filthy objects.
Mama, look out the window, there is a cemetery.
The floor is a natural place to find beetles.
Oh! I can’t talk to you. -- First the dog, now the violin. It’s really too much. I have a mind to say something to the conductor.
Is that her sitting with the fat man? I think she is beautiful.
Francois, eat your food. -
But at least her bitching will be useful later on.
Oh fucking joy. George Abbot joins the fray.
I wish we could punch him in the face.
But hey, since I uploaded the whole bunch of screenshots, we might aswell talk to him.
Mind if I join you?
No, by all means.
I don’t believe we have been introduced. George Abbot.
Tyler Whitney.
What foul weather.
Can’t seem to get out of the storm, must be raining all across Europe. Quite remarkable really.
I understand you made friends with the Obolensky’s. -
Cath is ignoring him already.
- You must introduce me, I’m fascinated by Russia.
That was quite a scare you had last night. The chef de train told me you handled it quite well.
You didn’t happen to notice whether the other Russian fellow, what’s his name, the young fellow, was hanging about?
I don’t recall seeing him.
I’m afraid the old man has quite lost his head.
Still, he has played a role for years as a sort of informal ambassador for the czar, if you know what I mean.
I didn’t know you were a doctor?
And you?
No, I’m travelling on business.
Every now and then the company has a little matter to take care of on the Continent, so off I go.
Isn’t she enchanting, that violinist, Miss Wolff.
She seems to be getting on rather well with Herr Schmidt. Not her type, I would have thought. -
Will you please shut the fuck up already?
- One would think he would have his hands full back in Germany, what with his factory stepping up production and all that. Such an industrious people, the Germans.
I wonder what business he has in the East.
But you haven’t told me a thing about yourself. Will you be going far?
All the way to Constantinople.
Oh, how lovely. Business or pleasure?
Actually, I’m travelling for my health.
Yes, so nice to get away from one’s troubles, assuming one has any.
New climate, new horizons and all that. Of course I don’t need to tell you that, you being a doctor.
Quite a coincidence your being a doctor and an American, I mean. When I boarded at Munich, the police were looking for an American doctor who’d got away from the police in Paris. -
Obviously this guy isn't just an ordinary passenger.
- Apparently, he’s mixed up with those Irish fanatics, home rule and all that. The ones that killed that policeman. The papers were full of it. Anyhow, it seems this young doctor is in quite a bit of trouble.
Don’t believe everything you read in the papers.
Oh, but I do, it’s so much more fun that way.
Still, it’s none of my concern.
I say, that jacket looks a bit short at the arms.
Was it a French taylor who took it in for you?
I think I’ll go check on the Obolinskys.
Ah, yes, of course.
Look forward to seeing you again...
pompompom... what a pleasant fellow. -
This guy has to die.
Anyawy, Schmidt's drunk.
I have drunk too much wine, I’m a little bit dizzy.
Hahaha.
But you also have drunk... I’m impressed.
I know I don’t show it.
Shall we have our coffee in the smoking car?
That would be lovely.
Shall we sit here? It is more comfortable.
I have eaten so much I could lie down on one of these couches and go to sleep.
Go right ahead, I will wake you when we reach Constantinople. -
And rape you in the meantime.
I thought you were getting off at Vienna?
Ah yes... I had forgotten. -
Few seconds later.
Ah, here comes the waiter. Do you take milk?
Just sugar, two lumps.
You like it sweet.
Haha. -
When suddenly...
I guess Alexei lost the game again.
And Abbot teleported himself in the smoking car.
The sandnigger graced us with his presence.
- Fraulein Wolf.
It is a privlege to meet such a talented artist.
Your Excellency, you do me a great honor. -
*sniff sniff*
Schmidt's definitely butthurt right now.
- My car is equipped with a piano.
I wonder if you would do me the favour of joining me in a duet.
It will help pass the time on this rather long journey.
What a splendid idea! -
*glare*
*glare*
Schmidt always breaks the drama.
- Shall we say three o’clock?
I shall count the minutes.
Until then. Good day. -
Obviously, IT'S A TRAP!
Kronos wants to draw her out, so that Kahina can get in an steal the Firebird. Well, there's still the dog, but I think Mrs. Boutarel will take care of that soon.
Is it very tiresome, your business in Vienna?
Oh well, you know, you always hope that a man will keep his word. When he does not, one hates to lose a good bit of business, but... -
I swear I won't.
- ... one has no choice.
Then your deal isn’t happening? It’s been called off? -
Not yet.
The dialogue continues later of course.
I too studied music in my youth. If I may say so, I was not without promise. Alas! Life had other plans for me.
We are none of us free to choose our own destiny, Herr Schmidt.
Ah, but when you play, Madame, you make us all feel that we ARE free and that we can fly, with wings! -
How touching.
Then, just before the concert starts (I put it here for convenience).
I’d better get ready for the concert now.
I will be in the front row.
You’re very kind, Herr Schmidt.
Please call me August. -
There's not much to do until three o'clock. Let's go pester Wyrmlord!
Lollllll, I troll uuuuuu.
Watch out, he's got a golden Dagger +1.
Well, at least he doesn't rip off our balls.
You get this ending if you keep on bothering him. Pretty much the same as if you would cause any other trouble on board intentionally.
Like pulling the alarm lever. Fun stuff.
As promised, Mrs. Boutarel complains about the dog again.
Yes Madame?
This time it really is the limit. That dog has to go.
I’m sorry, Madame. Madame has been disturbed...?
The smell, the barking, it’s too much! A small dog, a poodle would be one thing. But such a monster! And with a little boy just next door!
I am so sorry, Madame. I will insist that Miss Wolff keep her dog quiet.
But no, it’s impossible! That dog should be kept in a cage in the baggage car. I must say I am surprised that such a respected company would indulge the whims of these flashy people, these “artists”, and ignore its respectable clients. I thought I bought a ticket for a luxury train, not a circus.
I understand, madame. Your opinion is entirely justified. I will speak to the trainmaster immediately.
I expect you to do more than speak to him, I want that animal removed from the sleeping cars. Have I made myself clear?
Yes, Madame. -
She may be a complaining bitch, but at least we can raid Anna's compartment later on.
Soon enough, the trainmaster comes to talk with Jacques, as requested.
What can I do for you?
I’m sorry, but one of the passengers has complained about Miss Wolff’s companion. To be precise, Madame Boutarel.
That’s awkward. You couldn’t talk her out of it?
It’s hard. She and her husband weren’t invited to Miss Wolff’s concert. “Hell has no fury like a woman scorned”. I believe she will pursue this matter without mercy.
Well, rules are rules. Too bad. You’ll have to break the sad news to Miss Wolff. And move the dog.
Me, sir?
Yes, you. Why—are you afraid of dogs?
No sir, I love animals.
All right! Do your best. Be sure to apologize to Miss Wolff. Remember, she’s one of our best clients. She’s taken the Paris-Constantinople more times than you have.
I know that, sir. -
Haven't heard a dialogue between Rebecca and Sophie in this update yet. Have to fix that.
They're going to the dining car, this time.
There's absolutely noone here.
But of course. -
Oh and there's Pascale. Long time no see.
Ah ladies. So good to see you. We have kept your table for you.
Thank you.
Do you know, I was starting to really miss your presence. Without you the Orient Express would be just an ordinary train.
Thank you, Pascale.
I’m famished.
You’ll have to get used to eating late, my dear Rebecca. On the island one never lunches before three o’clock.
You see, during the day it is quite hot.
Between twelve and three there is nothing to do but nap. There is a divine woman from the village who will do your hair. I fancy you in a looser style, with ringlets for example.
Not ringlets.
Ah, but my darling, our goal was to reinvent you, wasn’t it? The warm breeze off the sea will transform your soul. Listen: when the day cools down, the golden afternoon light comes, turning the water a deep blue and black. We wille at olives and homemade bread. The cook makes a very nice lamb dish, if I remember right. Then we will walk along the cliffs, like Sappho and her beloved, in light gauzy gowns, and watch the sun go down.
Followed, I suppose, by Josephine, Victoria, and Francesca? Also in gauze? -
Jealous.
Why not? You will see: on the island everyone becomes very close. Victoria is simply irresistible. Last summer she lolled around all day, like a big, lazy, orange cat, sleeping and waiting to be stroked. -
Rebecca would like to become *closer*.
I came to be with you, Sophie. Not with Josephine and a group of parasites.
Of course! But Francesca has the most charming little house in Marbela. You cannot take everything so seriously, Rebecca.
I’m trying.
Good. Now let’s change the subject. For example, your clothes.
My clothes? -
Should I ... tear them off, "my seductress"? (spoiler alert lol)
Yes. Now that we are away from England, it’s time for a new image. -
Later...
I wish we were on the island now. I hate those in-between times.
Oh, I love the in-between times. The only time I can really think. -
And then they finall leave the restaurant car, in order to return to their compartment...
... only to leave it again a moment later. Sheesh.
This time they're headed the smoking car. It's empty.
Who is this Prince, that’s what I’d like to know.
He’s not a prince of any sort.
It sounds very mysterious. Why do you think he invited us and not Madame Boutarel?
It’s very simple. He is a snob. He doesn’t know me, he knows my name, de Breteuil.
You’d think he invited the noblesse to make himself look important.
That’s why he does not invite some petit bourgeois like the Boutarels. But he invited Count Obolensky, whom he doesn’t know. -
Well, Schmidt is invited though.
Then you don’t think we should accept?
Why not? It will be less boring than listening to madame Boutarel.
Did I tell you what she said to me this morning? Apparently, the only reason she and her husband aren’t sharing an compartment is that little boy Francois... excuse me... -
She leaves. This is one of the rare moments when those two are not toghether. Let's use this opportunity to hit on Miss de Breteuil.
- Excuse me, got a light? -
Cath's favourite pickup line.
- I don’t speak English, sir.
What the fuck? Has she never noticed that Cath has actually HEARD her speak English?
Anyway, Rebecca comes back.
- Were you terribly bored? I told madame Boutarel about the concert and she was absolutely livid. -
Let's leave the lesbians for a moment and see if we can find something interesting to do in the corridors.
The trainmaster comes to talk to his nephew about the upcoming concert.
Yes, sir?
If I give an order, do you think you can follow it without screwing up? -
Dream on.
Yes, Monsieur, of course, Monsieur.
There is going to be a concert this afternoon in His Excellency’s car. Miss Wolff will be playing. A lot of people will pass through here. Can you make sure they find their way and the other passengers aren’t disturbed?
Yes, Monsieur.
Here is the guest list. If anyone is curious and tries to get through, you must stop them and explain it is a private affair. In the most polite way of course.
Of course. You can count on me, uncle.
And don’t leave your post!
No—I mean, yes uncle. -
Let's see what else we can do.
- Wait a second... -
Cath runs into Francois. One of the rare occassions where you can hear Cath speak French.
- What have you got there? -
Looks like his whistle is made of pure gold. Also, you can tell from its shape that it's one of the things stolen from Tyler's compartment - therefore it must be an important item later on.
- I found it. It is MINE! -
Of course the little faggot won't let us have it.
Btw, nice rapeface Cath. Anyway, let's see if he wants the bug inside the matchbox we've caught earlier.
- Hey, kid.
Look at this. -
This screenshot always cracks me up.
But no, he isn't showing his penis to a small boy. Unfortunately.
- Will you give it to me?
No. I found it. It is mine. -
Again the kid shows no fear to Cath's rapist facial expressions.
- Let’s trade.
Okay. If you want.
It is sleeping now. It can’t walk anymore. -
He's talking about the whistle.
In the second sleeping car, Jacques is forced to take Max away.
We have received a complaint about the barking. Of course for you we have always made an exception. But now that a passenger has complained...
Must he go to the baggage car?
The passenger has insisted. What can I do...
Oh my darling, don’t be sad. You’ll be fine in the baggage car. Come here, precious. Make sure he has plenty of water. He really doesn’t like the baggage car.
Of course, madame. You are kind. I’m very, very sorry. -
Smug bastard.
Now, with that done, let's go back to our sleeping car to pass time.
- Excuse me, Monsieur Whitney.
Monsieur Kronos wishes to invite you to a concert in his private car. -
I guess he wants to prevent us from interfering with Kahina's Firebird search. No chance, friend.
- Madame Wolff will play the violin.
After Munich we find ourselves in the smoking car.
Tatiana and her childhood friend Alexei are playing chess. Their conversation is spread over more than an hour, but I'm just going to paste the whole thing here.
Still as bold as ever, I see.
A girl who plays chess like a man. -
Maybe he should make sure if she isn't a tranny.
Your move.
Remarkable. A trick worthy of your grandfather.
Why do you keep bringing up my grandfather? It’s me you’re playing with, not him.
Yes, he taught you well.
I’ve had other teachers since then, Alexei Sergeivitch. I’m not little girl anymore.
No, you’re not. -
Too old, do not want.
...
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you absolutely sure?
Absolutely.
If that’s the way you want it... OH!
That makes us even.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself, winning with a dirty trick like that.
A typical female reaction. -
Womyn cannot into chess.
Another game!
...
It’s your move, miss.
Check and mate.
Aagghhh...
Aren’t you ashamed, letting a woman beat you so easily?
I could have won easily if I hadn’t moved my knight.
...
Why ever did you leave the University? You can’t imagine the fuss they made at home.
At the University all they do is talk. Talk changes nothing. Words are lost in the air, like the sound of church bells. A single deed is better propaganda than a thousand pamphlets. -
Like blowing yourself up and becoming an hero?
Those are very nice words. Your move.
...
According to you, everything is bad. All you want to do is tear things down.
When men like your grandfather have the power of life and death over millions of Russians, someone needs to bring them down.
But it’s incredible. You’re obsessed with my grandfather! What has he done to you to make you hate him so?
It’s what he has done to Russia. To all of us. Do you remember what happened last winter in Litvov?
...
This talk of political parties is a puppet show by the ruling classes. All government is slavery. One kind is as bad as another.
It’s your move. Once you’ve torn everything down, I don’t suppose you’ve thought of what you’ll put in its place.
There is no need to put anything in the place of tyranny. Once Property is abolished, all men will be free and equal. A new and peaceful society will establish itself naturally. It’s still your move. -
Now where was I? Right the smoking car. Not much else to do there right now.
Instead, let's 'overhear' a conversation between the new passenger and the trainmaster behind the curtain in the dining car.
Excuse me, I couldn’t help wondering… was that Miss Wolff playing the violin?
Yes, Monsieur. It’s an honor to have her travelling with us.
How delightful! And the private car at the back, that wouldn’t be His Excellency Prince Kronos, now would it?
Yes, Monsieur.
Interesting. They say he hardly travels at all in Europe anymore. Just goes to show you. I understand Count Obolensky was quite ill during the night? -
A passenger who knows too much.
He’s much better today, monsieur. Fortunately, we had a doctor on board.
A doctor. Not a Russian doctor?
No sir. An American. Monsieur Whitney.
How interesting. Is he actually treating the count then?
He has given him a sedative, Monsieur.
A sedative?
I believe a sort of herbal tea.
Oh well, I’m sure he knows what he’s doing. Still, it does seem a little irregular. Not that we English see anything wrong with a cup of tea. They can do wonders for an upset stomach. Still, one ought to expect to see the usual paraphernalia.. a doctor’s bag instills confidence and so on, given the importance of the patient, I mean. I suppose Mr. Whitney is traveling with quite a bit of luggage? -
Yup, this guy loves to talk a lot.
Monsieur...?
Oh, you know… so many Americans do.
I cannot say, Monsieur.
Must be the fellow I passed just now in the smoking car. Rather young isn’t he, for a doctor?
He is young, yes.
I must say, he doesn’t look at all like the young American one expects on one of these trains. You know, flashing money about. Quite the opposite, in fact. Rather unusual for a young fellow like that to book a double compartment, prices being what they are, and all that. Wouldn’t you say?
I do not know, Monsieur.
Well, I suppose he wants his privacy. Nothing wrong with that.
Monsieur, I really must return... -
Thank god.
Of course, of course. Don’t let me keep you.
Thank you, Monsieur. Au revoir. -
Let's check out the sleeping cars.
It's Auguste.
- Ah, Herr Whitney. -
Cath was walking right towards him, yet he still turns around as if he was walking in the opposite direction.
- The merchandise has been loaded on to the train. I have fulfilled my part of the bargain.
I want to see the gold! -
I guess showing him Anna's scarf won't be enough this time.
- Our agreement included delivery of the arms in Belgrad. We’re not in Belgrad yet.
Herr Whitney! Since I boarded this train, I have begun to feel that things are not as they should be.
If you cannot reassure me, I intend to get off in Vienna and take my merchandise with me.
Guten Tag! -
Whatever. We don't give a shit about the guns anyway, right? Let's follow him around and see what the fat pig is doing.
Going to the restaurant car, obviously.
Waiting for someone?
Maybe we can change his mind.
- Herr Schmidt, are you having lunch alone?
As a matter of fact,
I am waiting for a lady. -
Who could be possibly so desperate?
- Have a nice wait. -
Anna Wolff. She couldn't possibly resist Schmidt's charm.
- Ah, Miss Wolff. Let me help you.
Thank you.
Are you comfortable?
Everybody wanted to sit in your seat. I have been like a soldier fighting them away. I would not let anybody sit here. Hahaha. -
Right. Except nobody wanted to sit there.
- What shall we order… hmm. Shall we get some wine? -
This is the point where the new passenger (you already can tell from the accent that he's British) finally finishes his dialogue with the trainmaster, by the way.
That would be lovely.
I think red wine, yes? Forgive me, perhaps you would like something lighter?
My father drank red wine and I’m afraid I picked up the habit...
I know it’s not very ladylike.
Nonsense! Hahaha.
We will be able to share a bottle. I hope I will not get drunk! Hahaha.
Why? Hahaha.
I’m turning into a happy little devil, especially when I’m surrounded by a beautiful lady.
You’re a charmer. -
What does she want from him? I doubt that its "true love".
I carry my violin anywhere I go.
With a piano it’s a little bit more difficult. Hahaha.
But Herr Schmidt, I really am interested in what you do. What is your business anyway? You make it sound so mysterious.
I’m afraid you would find it very boring. But without going into detail... I will say that my work here is not only commerce and that I am in my own small way I am doing my part for the fatherland. -
Selling guns to Serbians for the greater good.
Also let's check out how the kitchen apprentice is doing.
You are the worst apprentice I have ever seen!
Unbelievable that they let you work on the Orient Express!
I’m sorry, i’m sorry.
I could find better help in any brasserie in Paris!
But you see, the knife… The blade… the blade was dull.
That’s just what I meant! What are you waiting for? Sharpen them!
All… all of them? -
Sucks to be him.
- Of course all of them! Oh, excuse me, Monsieur… hahaha… this way, Monsieur... good evening, monsieur. -
That's about all we can do here right now. Let's head back to the sleeping car.
The new passenger shares the compartment with Claude Boutarel.
- Oh, excuse me. We seem to be sharing a compartment. No, no... please don’t get up. I’ll just sit here and read the paper. Don’t mind me at all. It appears the train is quite full. Awful nuisance when you think you’ve got a compartment to yourself and then they stick a complete stranger in with you at the last minute. Happened to me any number of times. George Abbot. -
I hate this guy already.
Claude Boutarel.
French then, are you? Are you going all the way to Constantinople?
I’m travelling to a small town on the Gulf coast of Persia. With my wife and son.
Oh, lovely! Then it must be your family I saw next door.
It is most probable.
By the way, I was wondering… you haven’t seen a red cravat anywhere, have you? I was just unpacking and it seems to have disappeared.
I believe my son has taken it.
Really. What was the name of the town you mentioned?
Masjid-Es-Suleiman.
Of course! The new oil refinery they are building in Abadan. I say, you’re not working for Anglo-Persian, are you?
Why not?
Oh well, I suppose you being a Frenchman... I just assumed...
I am an engineer, Monsieur. The Anglo-Persian company is doing the most innovative research in oil exploration.
Yes, well... wouldn’t want the Royal Navy be caught short on fuel oil, would we. Tell me, are the reserves in that little town, what’s it called again, really as big as they say?
I cannot offer an opinion, Monsieur.
No, of course you wouldn’t. Quite brave of your wife to go all that way and live in the desert.
She would not wish to be without me. And it would be a good opportunity for Francois. He has a fine scientific mind.
Seems like a very active little boy. I don’t suppose you could ask him for my cravat?
I think... eh, I remember him using it as a kind of sieve. To test salinity in water. Most remarkable in a boy of seven, don’t you agree?
Quite remarkable.
It is a natural curiosity of the scientific mind, Monsieur.
Yes. And all that trapped in the body of a little boy. -
The dialogue is, unfortunately, continued a few minutes later.
Oh Good Lord! Not this silly business with Madame Caillaux again! So typical. To devote weeks on end on the front page to this preposterous murder trial. One would think nothing else was happening in the whole of Europe.
Hm...?
Tell me, you’re a Frenchman, what’s your opinion of the affair? Why do the gory details of a murder trial exert such a fascination on the public mind? Not to say it only happens in France of course. The English papers aren’t much better. But still, the French do push it rather far. Six columns across the front page of Le Figaro, complete transcripts of the trial on page 12… it is a bit much, don’t you agree?
Excuse me, it is time I took my family to lunch.
Is it lunch time already? So it is. Perhaps I’ll see you in the restaurant car. -
Please god no.
Also, Jacques and René are having a discussion again, after a rather long time.
Every time I do the Orient Express I promise my wife I’ll bring her back a piece of the East. Last time it was a copper bracelet. This time it looks like a postcard at best.
No tips? -
Heresy! What heartless monsters would not tip René?
- The American is a big disappointment. And the Russian—forget him. Neither of them seem to appreciate the luxury of first-class travel. The German is usually a big spender, I’ve had him before. But this trip he’s not in good form, he seems to have something on his mind. -
René is disappoint.
Maybe your luck will change. I think he’s got his eye on the musical angle in compartment F, who’s been serenading us so sweetly all morning. When a gentleman wants to impress a lady, he can be counted on to throw lots of money around.
Oh well, if you’re right, some of it will maybe land on me.
Anyway, I’m pinning my hope on the harem’s escort. You know who they belong to, don’t you?
...
I don’t believe it!
With someone like that, you never know.
They treat you like dirt, spit in your face, threaten you and then a little gift at the end and you can retire to the Cote d’Azur. -
You wish.
Not me. I’ve got my retirement all set up and it’s not in France. 1914 is my last year in Europe.
You can’t wait, eh?
If you could see the nice little house that’s waiting for me in Algiers, you wouldn’t miss Europe either. It’s paradise if you know how to enjoy it. -
IIRC, Jacques was born in Algeria.
Ask the ladies in the last compartments.
Careful, you don’t want to jeopardize your reward at the end of the trip.
Reward? The only reward I’ll get from this guy is a sword in the belly! So long.
See you later. -
A good opportunity to check out René's magazine, while he's not in the first sleeping car.
That's a hawt gilf on the left, isn't it.
Now let's earn some Paragon points and return the passenger list.
I'm sure he'll appreciate it.
[Fastforwarding]
- Ah. Uncle. Good news. I found the list.
Where was it?
Ah... in my magazine where I put it. I don't know how I missed it.
I looked and looked and gave up. Then I turned the page and there it was! -
A miracle!
- Unbelievable! You're even a bigger dunce than I thought. I was running around in circles trying to figure how to get out of this.
Listen, not a word about this to Coudert, understood?
Of course Uncle, I'm sorry, you can't imagine. It won't happen again.
And for the last time, stop calling me Uncle! -
Well duh. Back to the dining car!
- Why couldn’t they have put him in somewhere else? -
Mrs. Boutarel is complaining again. How lovely.
In my profession it is necessary to accustom oneself to difficult living conditions.
That is exactly why Francois and I are coming to Abadan...
... to provide you with a proper home. Searching for oil in the desert! What was so wrong about staying in Villefranche? You had a fine job. Our little house was so lovely! My garden was coming into bloom. There will be a garden in Abadan?
The desert is not noted for its gardens. But there is oil.
And when the oil has run out? Francois will be as wild as a desert nomad! He is already uncontrollable. Crawling on the floor, picking up filthy objects.
Mama, look out the window, there is a cemetery.
The floor is a natural place to find beetles.
Oh! I can’t talk to you. -- First the dog, now the violin. It’s really too much. I have a mind to say something to the conductor.
Is that her sitting with the fat man? I think she is beautiful.
Francois, eat your food. -
But at least her bitching will be useful later on.
Oh fucking joy. George Abbot joins the fray.
I wish we could punch him in the face.
But hey, since I uploaded the whole bunch of screenshots, we might aswell talk to him.
Mind if I join you?
No, by all means.
I don’t believe we have been introduced. George Abbot.
Tyler Whitney.
What foul weather.
Can’t seem to get out of the storm, must be raining all across Europe. Quite remarkable really.
I understand you made friends with the Obolensky’s. -
Cath is ignoring him already.
- You must introduce me, I’m fascinated by Russia.
That was quite a scare you had last night. The chef de train told me you handled it quite well.
You didn’t happen to notice whether the other Russian fellow, what’s his name, the young fellow, was hanging about?
I don’t recall seeing him.
I’m afraid the old man has quite lost his head.
Still, he has played a role for years as a sort of informal ambassador for the czar, if you know what I mean.
I didn’t know you were a doctor?
And you?
No, I’m travelling on business.
Every now and then the company has a little matter to take care of on the Continent, so off I go.
Isn’t she enchanting, that violinist, Miss Wolff.
She seems to be getting on rather well with Herr Schmidt. Not her type, I would have thought. -
Will you please shut the fuck up already?
- One would think he would have his hands full back in Germany, what with his factory stepping up production and all that. Such an industrious people, the Germans.
I wonder what business he has in the East.
But you haven’t told me a thing about yourself. Will you be going far?
All the way to Constantinople.
Oh, how lovely. Business or pleasure?
Actually, I’m travelling for my health.
Yes, so nice to get away from one’s troubles, assuming one has any.
New climate, new horizons and all that. Of course I don’t need to tell you that, you being a doctor.
Quite a coincidence your being a doctor and an American, I mean. When I boarded at Munich, the police were looking for an American doctor who’d got away from the police in Paris. -
Obviously this guy isn't just an ordinary passenger.
- Apparently, he’s mixed up with those Irish fanatics, home rule and all that. The ones that killed that policeman. The papers were full of it. Anyhow, it seems this young doctor is in quite a bit of trouble.
Don’t believe everything you read in the papers.
Oh, but I do, it’s so much more fun that way.
Still, it’s none of my concern.
I say, that jacket looks a bit short at the arms.
Was it a French taylor who took it in for you?
I think I’ll go check on the Obolinskys.
Ah, yes, of course.
Look forward to seeing you again...
pompompom... what a pleasant fellow. -
This guy has to die.
Anyawy, Schmidt's drunk.
I have drunk too much wine, I’m a little bit dizzy.
Hahaha.
But you also have drunk... I’m impressed.
I know I don’t show it.
Shall we have our coffee in the smoking car?
That would be lovely.
Shall we sit here? It is more comfortable.
I have eaten so much I could lie down on one of these couches and go to sleep.
Go right ahead, I will wake you when we reach Constantinople. -
And rape you in the meantime.
I thought you were getting off at Vienna?
Ah yes... I had forgotten. -
Few seconds later.
Ah, here comes the waiter. Do you take milk?
Just sugar, two lumps.
You like it sweet.
Haha. -
When suddenly...
I guess Alexei lost the game again.
And Abbot teleported himself in the smoking car.
The sandnigger graced us with his presence.
- Fraulein Wolf.
It is a privlege to meet such a talented artist.
Your Excellency, you do me a great honor. -
*sniff sniff*
Schmidt's definitely butthurt right now.
- My car is equipped with a piano.
I wonder if you would do me the favour of joining me in a duet.
It will help pass the time on this rather long journey.
What a splendid idea! -
*glare*
*glare*
Schmidt always breaks the drama.
- Shall we say three o’clock?
I shall count the minutes.
Until then. Good day. -
Obviously, IT'S A TRAP!
Kronos wants to draw her out, so that Kahina can get in an steal the Firebird. Well, there's still the dog, but I think Mrs. Boutarel will take care of that soon.
Is it very tiresome, your business in Vienna?
Oh well, you know, you always hope that a man will keep his word. When he does not, one hates to lose a good bit of business, but... -
I swear I won't.
- ... one has no choice.
Then your deal isn’t happening? It’s been called off? -
Not yet.
The dialogue continues later of course.
I too studied music in my youth. If I may say so, I was not without promise. Alas! Life had other plans for me.
We are none of us free to choose our own destiny, Herr Schmidt.
Ah, but when you play, Madame, you make us all feel that we ARE free and that we can fly, with wings! -
How touching.
Then, just before the concert starts (I put it here for convenience).
I’d better get ready for the concert now.
I will be in the front row.
You’re very kind, Herr Schmidt.
Please call me August. -
There's not much to do until three o'clock. Let's go pester Wyrmlord!
Lollllll, I troll uuuuuu.
Watch out, he's got a golden Dagger +1.
Well, at least he doesn't rip off our balls.
You get this ending if you keep on bothering him. Pretty much the same as if you would cause any other trouble on board intentionally.
Like pulling the alarm lever. Fun stuff.
As promised, Mrs. Boutarel complains about the dog again.
Yes Madame?
This time it really is the limit. That dog has to go.
I’m sorry, Madame. Madame has been disturbed...?
The smell, the barking, it’s too much! A small dog, a poodle would be one thing. But such a monster! And with a little boy just next door!
I am so sorry, Madame. I will insist that Miss Wolff keep her dog quiet.
But no, it’s impossible! That dog should be kept in a cage in the baggage car. I must say I am surprised that such a respected company would indulge the whims of these flashy people, these “artists”, and ignore its respectable clients. I thought I bought a ticket for a luxury train, not a circus.
I understand, madame. Your opinion is entirely justified. I will speak to the trainmaster immediately.
I expect you to do more than speak to him, I want that animal removed from the sleeping cars. Have I made myself clear?
Yes, Madame. -
She may be a complaining bitch, but at least we can raid Anna's compartment later on.
Soon enough, the trainmaster comes to talk with Jacques, as requested.
What can I do for you?
I’m sorry, but one of the passengers has complained about Miss Wolff’s companion. To be precise, Madame Boutarel.
That’s awkward. You couldn’t talk her out of it?
It’s hard. She and her husband weren’t invited to Miss Wolff’s concert. “Hell has no fury like a woman scorned”. I believe she will pursue this matter without mercy.
Well, rules are rules. Too bad. You’ll have to break the sad news to Miss Wolff. And move the dog.
Me, sir?
Yes, you. Why—are you afraid of dogs?
No sir, I love animals.
All right! Do your best. Be sure to apologize to Miss Wolff. Remember, she’s one of our best clients. She’s taken the Paris-Constantinople more times than you have.
I know that, sir. -
Haven't heard a dialogue between Rebecca and Sophie in this update yet. Have to fix that.
They're going to the dining car, this time.
There's absolutely noone here.
But of course. -
Oh and there's Pascale. Long time no see.
Ah ladies. So good to see you. We have kept your table for you.
Thank you.
Do you know, I was starting to really miss your presence. Without you the Orient Express would be just an ordinary train.
Thank you, Pascale.
I’m famished.
You’ll have to get used to eating late, my dear Rebecca. On the island one never lunches before three o’clock.
You see, during the day it is quite hot.
Between twelve and three there is nothing to do but nap. There is a divine woman from the village who will do your hair. I fancy you in a looser style, with ringlets for example.
Not ringlets.
Ah, but my darling, our goal was to reinvent you, wasn’t it? The warm breeze off the sea will transform your soul. Listen: when the day cools down, the golden afternoon light comes, turning the water a deep blue and black. We wille at olives and homemade bread. The cook makes a very nice lamb dish, if I remember right. Then we will walk along the cliffs, like Sappho and her beloved, in light gauzy gowns, and watch the sun go down.
Followed, I suppose, by Josephine, Victoria, and Francesca? Also in gauze? -
Jealous.
Why not? You will see: on the island everyone becomes very close. Victoria is simply irresistible. Last summer she lolled around all day, like a big, lazy, orange cat, sleeping and waiting to be stroked. -
Rebecca would like to become *closer*.
I came to be with you, Sophie. Not with Josephine and a group of parasites.
Of course! But Francesca has the most charming little house in Marbela. You cannot take everything so seriously, Rebecca.
I’m trying.
Good. Now let’s change the subject. For example, your clothes.
My clothes? -
Should I ... tear them off, "my seductress"? (spoiler alert lol)
Yes. Now that we are away from England, it’s time for a new image. -
Later...
I wish we were on the island now. I hate those in-between times.
Oh, I love the in-between times. The only time I can really think. -
And then they finall leave the restaurant car, in order to return to their compartment...
... only to leave it again a moment later. Sheesh.
This time they're headed the smoking car. It's empty.
Who is this Prince, that’s what I’d like to know.
He’s not a prince of any sort.
It sounds very mysterious. Why do you think he invited us and not Madame Boutarel?
It’s very simple. He is a snob. He doesn’t know me, he knows my name, de Breteuil.
You’d think he invited the noblesse to make himself look important.
That’s why he does not invite some petit bourgeois like the Boutarels. But he invited Count Obolensky, whom he doesn’t know. -
Well, Schmidt is invited though.
Then you don’t think we should accept?
Why not? It will be less boring than listening to madame Boutarel.
Did I tell you what she said to me this morning? Apparently, the only reason she and her husband aren’t sharing an compartment is that little boy Francois... excuse me... -
She leaves. This is one of the rare moments when those two are not toghether. Let's use this opportunity to hit on Miss de Breteuil.
- Excuse me, got a light? -
Cath's favourite pickup line.
- I don’t speak English, sir.
What the fuck? Has she never noticed that Cath has actually HEARD her speak English?
Anyway, Rebecca comes back.
- Were you terribly bored? I told madame Boutarel about the concert and she was absolutely livid. -
Let's leave the lesbians for a moment and see if we can find something interesting to do in the corridors.
The trainmaster comes to talk to his nephew about the upcoming concert.
Yes, sir?
If I give an order, do you think you can follow it without screwing up? -
Dream on.
Yes, Monsieur, of course, Monsieur.
There is going to be a concert this afternoon in His Excellency’s car. Miss Wolff will be playing. A lot of people will pass through here. Can you make sure they find their way and the other passengers aren’t disturbed?
Yes, Monsieur.
Here is the guest list. If anyone is curious and tries to get through, you must stop them and explain it is a private affair. In the most polite way of course.
Of course. You can count on me, uncle.
And don’t leave your post!
No—I mean, yes uncle. -
Let's see what else we can do.
- Wait a second... -
Cath runs into Francois. One of the rare occassions where you can hear Cath speak French.
- What have you got there? -
Looks like his whistle is made of pure gold. Also, you can tell from its shape that it's one of the things stolen from Tyler's compartment - therefore it must be an important item later on.
- I found it. It is MINE! -
Of course the little faggot won't let us have it.
Btw, nice rapeface Cath. Anyway, let's see if he wants the bug inside the matchbox we've caught earlier.
- Hey, kid.
Look at this. -
This screenshot always cracks me up.
But no, he isn't showing his penis to a small boy. Unfortunately.
- Will you give it to me?
No. I found it. It is mine. -
Again the kid shows no fear to Cath's rapist facial expressions.
- Let’s trade.
Okay. If you want.
It is sleeping now. It can’t walk anymore. -
He's talking about the whistle.
In the second sleeping car, Jacques is forced to take Max away.
We have received a complaint about the barking. Of course for you we have always made an exception. But now that a passenger has complained...
Must he go to the baggage car?
The passenger has insisted. What can I do...
Oh my darling, don’t be sad. You’ll be fine in the baggage car. Come here, precious. Make sure he has plenty of water. He really doesn’t like the baggage car.
Of course, madame. You are kind. I’m very, very sorry. -
Smug bastard.
Now, with that done, let's go back to our sleeping car to pass time.
- Excuse me, Monsieur Whitney.
Monsieur Kronos wishes to invite you to a concert in his private car. -
I guess he wants to prevent us from interfering with Kahina's Firebird search. No chance, friend.
- Madame Wolff will play the violin.
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Update #7 cont.
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You still have about an hour when you're told this.
Let's see how our former pet beetle is doing.
The Germans are on that side and the French are on this side. There, we can start now. Wait, wait! You stay here. And you go there. Now don’t move. If you don’t listen, I’ll pull your legs off. I’ll tell you when to start. DON’T MOVE!
Franois, try to play nicely.
I told you not to move. Now you can’t move. I warned you. Okay, let’s start over.
He has torn off his legs. How cute.
Thankfully, Abbot keeps his mouth shut this time.
- Jacques, would you lock my door while I’m away? -
Looks like Anna is going to the concert already.
I’m sorry to be a nuisance. I’m sure it’s perfectly safe.
You know, if Max was here, I wouldn’t even bother.
Don't worry Madame, that's what I'm here for. -
And with it Miss Wolff leaves. Her compartment may be locked but that sure won't be a problem for Cath - in the next update, in which we will finally get to search through most of the compartments, reveal their secrets and steal their stuff!
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You still have about an hour when you're told this.
Let's see how our former pet beetle is doing.
The Germans are on that side and the French are on this side. There, we can start now. Wait, wait! You stay here. And you go there. Now don’t move. If you don’t listen, I’ll pull your legs off. I’ll tell you when to start. DON’T MOVE!
Franois, try to play nicely.
I told you not to move. Now you can’t move. I warned you. Okay, let’s start over.
He has torn off his legs. How cute.
Thankfully, Abbot keeps his mouth shut this time.
- Jacques, would you lock my door while I’m away? -
Looks like Anna is going to the concert already.
I’m sorry to be a nuisance. I’m sure it’s perfectly safe.
You know, if Max was here, I wouldn’t even bother.
Don't worry Madame, that's what I'm here for. -
And with it Miss Wolff leaves. Her compartment may be locked but that sure won't be a problem for Cath - in the next update, in which we will finally get to search through most of the compartments, reveal their secrets and steal their stuff!
That Brit is totally from the Scotland Yard.
Also, some of the facial expressions here are priceless.
Also, some of the facial expressions here are priceless.
SoupNazi
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Cath better be doing some more extreme train-climbing next update instead of using the master key like a lazy bum. Looking forward to it!
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